Vanilla!!

SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.

PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader

CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!

NOTE ★ i don't know too much about street racing, so if i make mistakes pls lmk!!

PROFILES: YOU THE BIRTHDAY CAKE | FUTURE COUGARS & MILFS

01: WHAT SHALL I RENDER?

02: LET'S ALL MOAN

03: 15 UNFORTUNATE SIGNS YOUR HUSBAND DOESN'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE

04: START LINE (1.1K)

05: LIKE YOU RUMPELSTILSKIN

06: SEX TAPE

07: NICE ASS (0.6K)

08: I HAVE TO CUM

09: WHO GOT CHLAMYDIA?

10: S[HE] BE[LIE]VED

11: THE DAY OUR FRIENDSHIP DIED FOR 3 SECONDS

12: THE POEM INCIDENT (0.9K)

13: MR EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED

14: MY BAD (1K)

15: ASS CONNOISSEUR

16: RIDING WITH THE ENEMY (0.7K)

17: TAKE IT LIKE A GOOD BOY

18: LIKE A MIRROR

19: SLAP HIM SILLY! (1.5K)

20: WHO IS HE?

21: YOU WANT ME SO BAD

22: THAT REALLY HOT WAIST GRAB (0.4K)

23: AUNT LORETTA GOTTA GO

24: GOOD LUCK CHARM! (0.8K)

25: WAIT A DAMN MINUTE

26: GOT YOUR GIRL!

27: DIDN'T WANNA SEE U ANYWAYS

28: FIX YOUR SHIT

29: WRITER'S BLOCK (written)

30: YOU STRESS ME OUT (written)

more to come!! (est. 32 chapters)

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undergroundboxer!kuna x reader [soulmate au]

series synopsis - in a world where soulmates were real, fate ties you to ryomen sukuna like some cruel and twisted joke. where people felt their soulmates in soft touches and quiet comfort, all you’ve ever known was phantom pain, sleepless nights, and a violent rage that didn’t belong to you. by the time you finally meet the man ruining your nervous system, the city already knew him as its most feared underground boxer. how would you survive? [mdni 18+]

chapters

⚡︎ ⋆.˚ prologue

⚡︎ ⋆.˚ one - coming soon

⚡︎ ⋆.˚ two - tbd

⚡︎ ⋆.˚ three - tbd

⚡︎ ⋆.˚ four - tbd

⚡︎ ⋆.˚ five - tbd

⚡︎ ⋆.˚ six - tbd

series masterlist

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you had come to the conclusion that your soulmate was either a felon or a cold-blooded murderer. 

you were leaning more towards the latter. 

there were only so many times you could wake up with sore ribs and aching knuckles before starting to consider homicide as a genuine career path for your soulmate. 

you were sixteen years old when you began feeling what he felt and he rarely felt happiness. 

at sixteen, you remembered clinging onto hope, faith that things would change for the better. 

at nineteen, you tried denial. optimism even. maybe he just had niche hobbies? 

now, at twenty-two, exhausted and running on three hours of sleep and an unhealthy dependence on caffeine, you had finally settled on acceptance. 

your soulmate was batshit crazy, absolutely insane.

the realization came to you somewhere between waking up at three in the morning because someone was being beaten up and nearly throwing up on the marble floors of your bathroom after feeling a wave of adrenaline so violent, it couldn’t possibly belong to a sane person. 

you blamed him for the dark circles under your eyes, as well as the chronic irritability, insomnia and the emotional damage too. 

“hey sunshine!”

you glanced up from your kitchen island to see shoko freely walking into your apartment as if it was her own. which, considering the amount of time she spent there, perhaps it was. 

“you look awful.” utahime voiced from beside her as she walked towards your fridge, pulling out a bottle of coconut water, “devils dick wouldn't let you sleep again?” 

you stared blankly out at the city skyline stretching beyond the floor to ceiling windows, morning fog curled between skyscrapers while the city below came to life beneath streaks of pale sunlight, almost pink. 

“yes,” you replied bluntly, taking a sip of the black coffee in hand, “unless i’m the one suddenly developing anger issues and an overwhelming desire to commit aggravated assault.” 

shoko snorted into her matcha at your words, though a thin layer of concern blanketed her eyes as she watched you.

you felt it before you saw him, the soft fur brushing against your ankles as you looked down at the familiar tuft of brown, “hi, ani.”

the cat purred against you lowly, circling your feet once before making his way towards the porcelain bowl filled with his breakfast. 

it was a bit sad how your cat was your one companion in the vast penthouse you resided in. technically, the house belonged to your parents who were overseas so often, it was entirely in your possession alongside an absurd monthly allowance and very little supervision. 

most people your age would’ve killed for this kind of freedom. 

a luxury apartment in the middle of the city, prestigious university and a future already carved out neatly in front of you. 

from an outside perspective, your life was perfect. 

except for the stain beneath the surface of everything. him. 

a constant you despised, yet he was all too impossible to ignore. 

most soulmates exchanged softness through their bond. love, warmth and peace. 

you exchanged pain, phantom bruises and what you were fairly certain was unresolved psychological trauma.

“how bad was it?” shoko questioned as she sat on the stool by the island.

you considered the question for a moment. 

truly, last night wasn’t his worst night but it wasn’t his best either. 

“my left thigh kinda hurts.” 

“ooh,” she winced, “that’s new.” 

“yup. he’s branching out,” you brought your cup up to your lips, “lucky me.” 

the soulmate bond manifested differently for everyone, but emotional and physical sensations were universal. tiny things passed between soulmates all the time, including stress, exhaustion, happiness and lust. 

utahime once told you soulmates were a blessing. 

you’d nearly laughed in her face. did she know what a blessing was? 

“maybe he’s in jail.’ shoko offered lazily as utahime immediately shot her a look. 

you looked up at the girl. jail? 

you almost hoped he was, that way the chances of meeting the son of a bitch were practically down to zero. you didn't want anything to do with the sadistic motherfucker. 

your friends found your situation significantly sadder than you did, mostly because all of them had experienced their bond the way it was intended. 

warm, soft and disgustingly tender.

utahime met sora during your graduation trip to greece. it was in the middle of a beach club and you distinctly recalled the way utahime went all quiet, the way they couldn’t look away from each other despite utahime always swearing that fate had handcrafted him specifically to irritate her. 

you don’t remember how they progressed, only that they did. more than you could even imagine.

shoko met percy during your welcome week in freshman year, all anxious minds and bright eyes. you remembered the way shoko used to continuously rub the bridge of her nose because she claimed her soulmate wore the heaviest glasses on earth. then there he was. tousled hair, thick-rimmed glasses and all. 

they’ve been inseparable ever since. 

sometimes, you felt like the worst person alive because you resented them, just a little bit. 

not because they were happy, but because they got softness where you got violence. 

if you closed your eyes, just for a moment, you could recall exactly when you'd first felt him.

while walking through the school hall in first year, the most overwhelming sense of fear overcame you. real and true terror, practically paralyzing you in place. dread that was raw and sharp, crashing into your ribs hard enough to steal the air right from your lungs. 

then came the pain, something you’d grow all too familiar with. 

pain that only got worse with age. 

you found yourself continuously trying to make sense of the colossal question mark that was your soulmate. who was he? what was he so afraid of? why was he in constant pain? 

still, you learned the rhythm of him. 

it was embarrassing, honestly. you knew things about your soulmate that no stranger should know. 

you knew he preferred sleeping on his back because his shoulders were always too bruised to lie on comfortably. you knew he clenched his jaw till his molars hurt when he was furious. you knew he rarely slept through the night and how he carried exhaustion like it was stitched into his bones. 

and worst of all, you knew exactly what his anger felt like and it was ugly. not explosive or wild in a dramatic sense but controlled. 

it sat low in your stomach like a rock, dangerous and waiting. 

sometimes, in the middle of lectures, your chest would suddenly tighten for absolutely no reason and you’d know instantly. 

those were the worst days and they happened more often than you’d like. 

your body would grow tense hours before it even happened, as if it already knew what was coming. your pulse would spike and adrenaline would drip into your bloodstream until your own fingers twitch with restlessness. 

then came the impact. a burst of pain and the metallic taste of blood in your mouth that you could never see. 

panic used to fill you at the sensation and now, you’d barely flinch. 

“again?” utahime would whisper from beside you during your labs. 

you’d simply nod. 

apparently, your soulmate enjoyed fist fighting at eight in the fucking monring. truthfully, you didn’t know what scared you more. the violence itself or how used to it you’ve become. 

because despite everything, the resentment sitting bitter on your tongue every time he dragged you into another sleepless night, you still found yourself searching for him constantly. 

in crowds, trains and crossing busy streets. but you never felt his presence around, so you knew they were futile attempts.

you hated that too. the way your body longed for someone your mind already decided was a monster. the devil reincarnated. 

sometimes, late at night, when the city outside your windows finally quieted down and the skyline blurred into soft hues of orange and pink, you’d feel him lying awake. 

always restless and consistently pained. 

there was something deeply unsettling about sharing insomnia with a stranger. 

you’d feel him shifting endlessly beneath bedsheets, the tension in his shoulders and agitation under his skin. occasionally, the dull ache of old bruises blooming across muscle. 

those nights left you exhausted and you always tried to ignore it at first, but one night, half-asleep and irritated beyond relief, you wrapped your arms around yourself beneath your comforter with a frustrated little sigh. a weak attempt to offer him a semblance of comfort. 

go the fuck to sleep. 

the effect was so immediate, it had your heart growing erratic. 

you felt him still, completely and truly. a calm settled over your chest like a balm on wound. 

after that, it became routine. 

you’d discovered a hack of some sort. 

to get through to him, you have to act as if you are him. 

you’d taken up yoga with hime because it seemed to ease his sore muscles. 

some nights, you’d feel him spiraling so violently with anger so strong, it crawled beneath your own skin. on those nights, you’d sit on your balcony overlooking the starry night enveloping the skyline in a deep blue. a case of markers in hand along with an adults coloring book. one of those complex ones with multiple minuscule shapes.

and color, you did. because it seemed to soothe him. 

you knew it because you could feel it happen in real time. 

the slow loosening of tension beneath skin and the steadying of his heartbeat. then the exhaustion would finally pull him under. 

it felt strangely intimate. 

though it started selfishly because you wanted the rest, you soon began doing it for him. 

sometimes, you wondered if he knew it was you. 

if he realized that the sudden calmness swallowing him whole at three in the morning belonged to somebody else. 

if he knew his soulmate sat forty floors above the city in pretty pink pyjamas and color stained hands trying to soothe a rage she didn’t understand. 

the thought made your chest ache because you knew he knew. 

despite how badly fate had screwed you over, he was still yours. 

and somehow, horrifyingly, you were still his. 

despite it all, he still felt so unbearably human. 

most nights were spent peacefully from that day on, for the most part. 

you could tolerate him now but there were still quieter nights where he couldn’t sleep. 

the bond grew restless during those hours, tension humming beneath your skin like static. you’d feel him, his exhaustion weighing heavy in your own bones despite the fact that you’d done absolutely nothing all day besides write up your report. 

“he’s awake…” you mumbled one night, shoko glancing up from where she sat on the couch in your room, typing up her essay on her laptop despite the deadline being three hours ago. 

“again?” shoko huffed, “does this guy not sleep?” 

you simply hummed once because sometimes he does. when you help him sleep. 

it was all too intimate in the worst way possible. 

at times, you felt like he lived beneath your skin more than inside his own body. 

when you wrapped your arms around yourself, mumbling a go to sleep, somewhere across the city, your soulmate listened. 

one emotion you both felt was the soul-tying loneliness. 

you understood loneliness, grown up and made friends with it. 

it seems he did as well. he dealt with his in a different way than you did yours, though. 

it happened late one night when you were halfway through your night routine. 

at first, it was subtle, a warmth against your lips. 

your movements slowed instantly, fingers hovering near your face as confusion knitted your brows together. what the fuck?

then came another sensation, this time featherlight touches across your jaw. 

your stomach dropped because what followed was the most excruciating pain you’d ever felt, exploding through your body so suddenly, your serum bottle slipped from your hands and shattered across the bathroom floor. 

and you collapsed with it. 

a gasp tore from your throat as agony spread violently beneath your skin, hot enough to make your vision blur. it felt all wrong, burning and suffocating. 

you knew exactly what was happening. 

he was touching someone else. 

you remembered shoko mentioning it once after utahime drunkenly asked too many questions about soulmate bonds during freshman year. 

physical intimacy with someone who wasn't your soulmate caused backlash through the bond. 

“apparently, it feels awful,” shoko stated, “super painful.”

awful? that fucking liar. 

this wasn’t just awful. you felt like you were burning. 

you curled against the cold marble tiles, arms wrapped tightly around your stomach as another wave of pain hit hard enough to drag a broken sound from your throat. it felt like being split apart from the inside out as tears blurred your vision. 

“stop…” you whispered shakily, though you didn’t know who you were talking to anymore. 

him? fate?

the pain built as you continued to feel touches that weren’t yours, warm skin that wasn’t yours. 

someone else’s hands against him. 

it made you sick. 

humiliation mixed violently with heartbreak until you could barely breath through it, till you sobbed against yours hands. 

messy and continuous tears soaked your sleeves as you sat on the bathroom floor, fury and devastation clawing through you so violently, you didn’t knwo what to do. 

“i hate you!” you choked out as your lungs burned. 

you felt the sudden stillness instantly, followed by a hollow feeling in your gut.

it hit your ribs so unexpectedly, your chest caught. 

guilt. real guilt. 

your expression twisted immediately. that sick son of a bitch. 

that only angered you more. 

you dug your nails into your palms hard enough to break skin and pain shot through you then, wanting him to feel it, to hurt the way he always made you hurt. 

you slammed your first against the tile once, twice then again as your knuckles split open eventually but you barely noticed. 

then suddenly…warmth. 

you went still, breathing shaking unevenly as the sensation wrapped around you in an unfamiliar fashion. 

it was a pair of arms, strong as they held you. 

your breathing stuttered as you processed what was happening. 

was he…hugging himself? like how you would? 

he was holding himself because he didn’t know how else to reach you, to console you. 

your anger cracked slightly at the edges because for the first time in years, he felt close. not in his usual worrying or irritating way.

and no matter how much you hated yourself for it, you leaned into it. 

because after all, you were just as lonely as he seemed to be.

after that day, even following his piteous attempt at comfort, you were vengeful. 

gone were the nights you’d hold yourself, him, to sleep. gone were the late night drawings or the yoga classes, the massages for his sore muscles and the relaxing teas. 

gone was your gentleness along with any semblance of hope you had clung onto like snow on mountains. 

you fucking hated fate. 

∞

“maybe he’s dead.” shoko offered as you glanced up at her from the blaring screen of your laptop, illuminating your face in the darkness.

utahime shot her a look as you sighed gently. 

you weren’t sure if her words were meant to console you but you weren’t sure they did. 

you hated him, yes, but did you want him dead? 

the thought sent a pang up your chest. no, you didn’t.

because you hadn’t even met him yet. 

where all your friends had already fulfilled their bonds, you were left pondering the possibility of fate playing a sick trick on you, 

“i mean, with all the fights he gets into, i wouldn’t be surprised.” shoko continued, her words trailing off as she caught utahime’s glare. 

you shook your head once, ignoring the tightness beneath your ribs, “if he was dead, who the fuck am i feeling every day?”

shoko hummed once, as if pondering the thought, “maybe he’s in hell!”

now, that seemed probable. 

rain tapped gently against the windows while blond played softly in the background as you returned your attention back to the half-finished page in front of you.

it was oddly peaceful in a way you weren’t used to. which meant he was either asleep or unconscious. 

honestly, both possibilities reassured you equally so. 

“you need to leave your castle, princess.” utahime smiled mockingly from her place on your carpeted floor as you rolled your eyes gently, fingers pausing atop your keyboard. 

“why?” you muttered, thumb absentmindedly rubbing soft circles against your wrist. 

“um, because of human interaction?” shoko dropped onto your bed, arms and legs starfished across the plush white sheets atop your king sized bed. 

you rolled your eyes once more, “and you guys are…?”

both girls grumbled at your response making you smile softly, looking back down at your laptop as ani purred from his place curled at your feet. 

you did leave your home! how else would you shop? or attend your lectures? or get your sixth coffee of the day?

“there’s a party downtown tonight.” shoko grinned at you genty, practically soft-launching the idea as you scoffed once. 

“ew.” 

“don’t say ew with that stupid face like you’re old!”

“m’not old,” you shrugged, “i’d just rather do anything else.”

shoko huffed, sitting up on your bed before walking towards your place on the couch, "you always do anything else! you’ve been so down recently, just let us help!”

you almost wanted to laugh. a party wouldn’t help by any means. 

instead, you swallowed quietly, looking back down at your laptop. 

he had been strangely distant lately, ever the rage-filled psychopath, but quieter somehow. you didn’t know if you liked it or not. 

“c’mon,” utahime pleaded, “just one night!” 

before you could answer, you felt it again. 

a rush of adrenaline flooding your veins so suddenly, your jaw clenched. 

the room went quiet as utahime’s expression shifted, “devils dick?”

you sighed inwardly, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. 

it was a familiar feeling, hot and electric and so fucking alive beneath your skin. you didn’t want to wait for the pain to follow. 

“okay.” 

the girls exchanged a look. 

“okay?!” shoko exclaimed with a grin as you sighed gently. 

“that’s what i said.” 

her squeals were met with silence as you tried to calm your-his-breathing. 

there was this weird feeling in your gut, deep and carved in stone, like tonight was significant. 

it felt almost damning.

∞

an - just a little glimpse into this worlddd! no kuna in this yet so :( but u guys will meet him ch1 !! also this is prob gonna be a shorter seriessss like 6-8 parts!

anyways lmk what u guys thinkkkk and if u want more of this au!

SUMMARY 🎧 as someone with the best grades, transferring to a new school can make everyone intimidated! not kei tsukishima though. when the two of you seated together, he does everything in his power to downplay your achievements. so much so, the two of you decide to make a bet. whoever has the highest grades by the end of the semester can torment the other as much as they want and they'd have to take it with no complaint. that's until you don't feel like tormenting each other anymore. . .

PAIRING 🎧 kei tsukishima x fem!reader

GENRE / WARNINGS 🎧 smau + written chapters, academic rivals to lovers trope, tsukishima is a pain MY GOD, vulgar, nsfw jokes, highschool au, kys, kms jokes, holy slowburn, very fun school field trip arc, yearn, yearn, yearn, UNDERAGED ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION (i don't condone this omg pls don't do it, it's just for the story)

IWAIZUMI WILL CRACK US 🙏🏼🕯️ | DON'T LEAK THIS

01: OH BROTHER THIS GUY STINKS!

02: GROUP GOONING SESSION

03: HOSTAGE BY ACADEMIC PROXIMITY

04: TRENDABLE

05: THE BET (written)

06: DEAD ASS HELL

07: HIGHLY MOTIVATED

08: DON'T CARE, JUST NOTICED (written)

09: STOP TALKING ABOUT ME

10: DEVIOUS PLANS

11: I'M GONNA KILL HER (written)

12: DETENTION

13: IDK

14: THE GROUP PROJECT

15: ARGUMENT

16: CONVI RUN (written)

17: GETTING ALONG? NAH.

18: STOP ARGUING GUYS

19: SUBMITTING

20: THE SCHOOL FIELD TRIP ARC

more to come!! (est. 46 chapters)

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everyone say thank you @ji9sstar for the idea!!

Is the best part that he got doxxed? No.

Is the best part that he got tracked down by a local and beaten? No.

Arrested on state at federal charges, looking at up to 5 years and 50K? Nope.

The best part is the local city council's reaction.

Fratkuna finally meets his match. Part II. MDNI.

You squinted your eyes at the bouquet of flowers presented before you, sunflowers and daffodils tucked between sea of luscious green leaves.

"What's this?" You reach for the bouquet, sceptically taking it into your arms, before inviting Sukuna inside your apartment, still lingering by the door despite him making himself comfortable on your couch.

"Got you flowers," He answered lazily, rolling his head to look back at you, cheeks dusted with a pink hue, sleeves folded at his elbows showing off his sculpted arms.

If you squinted hard enough his entire head would look like a pink blob.

"Why?" You place the bouquet on your dining table, keeping in mind to grab a vase for them nonetheless, "Please don't tell me you are following some wikihow article on how to woo a girl."

"I am not that dumb." He turns toward you, your poor couch creaking under the shift of his weight, "I know about this... stuff." He gestured vaguely with his hand, waving it around.

"You know, the flowers aren't going to add any extra points for your case." You shrugged your shoulders, splaying your fingers out to admire your newly done nails, making a show of how nonchalant you are regarding him.

"Don't need them anyways," He folded his arms, meeting your eyes in a challenge, "I did say I will prove myself to you anyways."

He stood up, holding his hand out towards you, grinned cheekily when you took his hand and let him guide you towards the couch.

"Sit down." He ordered, watching as you did so, crossing one leg over the other, ready to question his intentions, "Not like this, uncross them, I am going to eat you out."

He patted your thigh, proceeding to kneel before you, hunched awkwardly to accommodate himself between your legs, head ducking down to align his face with your crotch.

He nudged your legs further apart, hands cradling the back of your knees to pull your legs over his shoulder, "Let 'em hang on me completely." He hummed, pressing a kiss along the skin of your thighs.

You scooted closer, ass barely on the couch anymore, involuntarily pushing your clothed cunt into his face.

"Fuck." He hissed, nose bumping against the gusset of your panties, "Did you shower today?" He asked pulling back to meet your eyes.

You scrunched your face, swaying your leg slightly to hit the side of his head, "Who the face asks that during head, move asshol—"

"Oi!" He huffed, wrapping his hands around the fat of your thighs, pulling the taut, "I want your used panties as a souvenir." He announced, shaking his head in disappointing, "Can even have good things anymore."

You tsked, crossing your arms over your chest, obscuring his view of your face, loser.

"Fucking brat." He grinned, nipping at your skin, chuckle escaping his lips as you tried to pull his closer to your cunt, knees nudging the back of his head. "Need something, baby?"

"I am deducting 3 points for the teasing."

He sighed, leaning forward and nuzzling the tip of his nose against your clothed pussy, taking in a big whiff of your musky scent, palms squeezing your ass and pulling you further into his face.

Peppering kisses along the fabric, nudging his nose against the wet patch before curling his fingers around the elastic band and tugging them off your legs, leaving you bare before him.

He pressed a wet kiss against your clit, tongue flicking out for a taste, before he traced mindless shapes along your entrance, taking his sweet time as you withered under him impatiently.

You sighed softly, melting into the mattress as he slowly worked your pussy, moaning and groaning against your grooling entrance, truly lost in the sause.

He pulled away to ask, "Think you could add one point for this?" Before leaning down and wrapping his lips around your clit, hollowing his cheeks to suck on your bud, alternating with quick flicks of his tongue.

You moan, loud and guttural, hands cradled in his hairs, thighs parted obscenely wide as you ground your cunt on his face, rubbing your twitching clit all over his face, uncaring where your slick smeared.

Sukuna groaned against you, sending vibrations up your spine, suddenly pushing you over the edge as stars danced in your vision and clear liquid gushed out of your pussy, soaking him enough to drench the collar of his shirt.

He ate it up eagerly, eyes closed shut in utter bliss.

Your brows furrowed, lips parted as you peeked down at him, his face glossy from your slick, cheeks flushed red, head squished between your plush thighs.

He looked dazed, eyes hooded as his lapped you your juices, going as far as licking the fabric of the couch when your slick dripped down.

"You can—you can stop now." You protested weakly, pressing your foot flat against his forehead and pushing him away, awkwardly scrambling off the couch onto unsteady legs.

"Want me to carry you upstairs?" He asked, already coming to stand behind you, hands wiped dry on his pants before they are placed on your back.

You rolled your eyes at him, before sighing and tossing your arm around his neck, feeling utterly weightless as he hauled you up effortlessly.

"You want something to eat or maybe water?" He rambled, voice steady and smooth despite carrying you across the hallway, his words making you feel all mushy and warm, "I'll get you water, do you want to shower too, I'll get—"

"Penis." You cut off his rambling, eyes focused on the door of your bedroom, blaming the warmth blooming on your cheeks on the orgasm you just had, "I want dick Sukuna, preferably yours at the momen—"

"You want me?!" He grinned, flexing his arm to pull you closer, hand shifting to tuck your neck towards his chest as he entered your bedroom, "Told you I am good, the best for you."

"So full of yourself."

"Don't worry you'll be full of me too."

pairing - Frat!kuna x fem! implied reader (but you can imagine it however you'd like !!)

short fic, fluff.. a little ooc sorry.. for a friend ( @vanilla-ricecake ) who’s into astrophysics yes this is a college au

Synopsis - Sukuna is a chud who doesn’t do your assignments so you come to the rescue like the goat you are

The lecture hall smelled faintly like coffee and old paper, sunlight slipping through the high windows in warm streaks across the desks. You sat near the middle row, notebook open neatly in front of you, pencil tapping softly against the margin while the professor rambled on and on.

Sat beside you was Ryomen Sukuna, in all of his annoying frat-ish glory. Glancing sideways, you see that all his papers were blank, and his computer was closed.

You haven’t done any of it,” you whispered.

Sukuna barely looked up. “Observant.” He muttered sarcastically.

“You’re gonna fail.”

“Nah,” he said lazily, letting his head lull back and crossing his arms. “I’ve got connections.”

“That’s not how astrophysics works.”

A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Sure it is.”

“Okaayyy, bro.” You smile, rolling your eyes teasingly. “You’re acting among us..”

You tried not to smile, ducking your head back toward your paper. You both sit in a comfortable silence, before he ruins it with a nudge of his tattooed elbow to your side.

“You gonna save me or what?” He asks, tilting his head towards the table, where all his blank assignments sit.

You hesitated for a second before quietly sliding your notebook a little closer to him.

“Question three is right here,” you whispered, pointing a finger to your own scribbled answer. “And five is a, not b. I kinda got confused on that one, but I’m pretty sure it’s a.” You smile, glancing at him briefly before going on about the assignments. You’ve always been a big nerd when it comes to astronomy, and physics and all of that.

Sukuna stared just at you as you spoke.

Not at the notebook, or what you were pointing at and explaining, but at you.

“What?” you asked. “Did I do something wrong?”

“You’re too nice.”

Heat crept into your face immediately, but you compose yourself. ‘Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh,’ you thought. “I just don’t want you to fail.”

“Hm.”

He copied down the answers surprisingly fast for someone who acted half-asleep all the time. His shoulder brushed yours occasionally, warm and solid through his hoodie sleeve.

Then, after another minute, you noticed him still looking.

“You missed number seven,” you murmured.

“I know.”

“Then why aren’t you writing?”

“Distracted.”

Your heart stumbled a little. “By what?”

Sukuna tilted his head toward you, resting his cheek lazily against his fist. What a bum.

“You.”

You nearly dropped your pencil. How was he not ashamed of what he just said? He smirked at your expression, low and amused. “Cute.”

“Okay bro.. You’re so.. interesting..” you whispered awkwardly, trying hard to focus on your worksheet again.

Without another word, you tore off the corner of your notes page and scribbled the answer to question seven before sliding it toward him.

Sukuna looked down at the paper, then back at you, and for once, the cocky frat-boy grin softened into something quieter. Something genuine.

(★-My writing/☆-Request)

RYOMEN SUKUNA

The Gravity Between Us (Frat!Kuna x fem! implied reader) Fluff ☆

Chapter 1: foxtail millet ramen

WHAT THE FUCK!? Ukyo thought as he saw Ryusui eating HIS food, he’d literally only been revived a week ago, and he was already acting like he was above everyone! Seriously, he’d left after being called by Senku a minute ago, and his food was already gone. Now he had to bother Ryusui’s personal butler to make him more. What was their name again? Francis? Wait, no, it was Francios, wasn’t it? Man, he felt so bad that they had to deal with him all the time. Anyways time to see if he could even eat today, depending on their ingredients and such. Francois made sure his meal was vegetarian; he wasn’t Senku, but he knew it wasn’t easy to make that kind of thing in the stone world.

pairing - Frat!kuna x fem! implied reader (but you can imagine it however you'd like !!)

short fic, fluff.. a little ooc sorry.. for a friend ( @vanilla-ricecake ) who’s into astrophysics yes this is a college au

Synopsis - Sukuna is a chud who doesn’t do your assignments so you come to the rescue like the goat you are

The lecture hall smelled faintly like coffee and old paper, sunlight slipping through the high windows in warm streaks across the desks. You sat near the middle row, notebook open neatly in front of you, pencil tapping softly against the margin while the professor rambled on and on.

Sat beside you was Ryomen Sukuna, in all of his annoying frat-ish glory. Glancing sideways, you see that all his papers were blank, and his computer was closed.

You haven’t done any of it,” you whispered.

Sukuna barely looked up. “Observant.” He muttered sarcastically.

“You’re gonna fail.”

“Nah,” he said lazily, letting his head lull back and crossing his arms. “I’ve got connections.”

“That’s not how astrophysics works.”

A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Sure it is.”

“Okaayyy, bro.” You smile, rolling your eyes teasingly. “You’re acting among us..”

You tried not to smile, ducking your head back toward your paper. You both sit in a comfortable silence, before he ruins it with a nudge of his tattooed elbow to your side.

“You gonna save me or what?” He asks, tilting his head towards the table, where all his blank assignments sit.

You hesitated for a second before quietly sliding your notebook a little closer to him.

“Question three is right here,” you whispered, pointing a finger to your own scribbled answer. “And five is a, not b. I kinda got confused on that one, but I’m pretty sure it’s a.” You smile, glancing at him briefly before going on about the assignments. You’ve always been a big nerd when it comes to astronomy, and physics and all of that.

Sukuna stared just at you as you spoke.

Not at the notebook, or what you were pointing at and explaining, but at you.

“What?” you asked. “Did I do something wrong?”

“You’re too nice.”

Heat crept into your face immediately, but you compose yourself. ‘Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh,’ you thought. “I just don’t want you to fail.”

“Hm.”

He copied down the answers surprisingly fast for someone who acted half-asleep all the time. His shoulder brushed yours occasionally, warm and solid through his hoodie sleeve.

Then, after another minute, you noticed him still looking.

“You missed number seven,” you murmured.

“I know.”

“Then why aren’t you writing?”

“Distracted.”

Your heart stumbled a little. “By what?”

Sukuna tilted his head toward you, resting his cheek lazily against his fist. What a bum.

“You.”

You nearly dropped your pencil. How was he not ashamed of what he just said? He smirked at your expression, low and amused. “Cute.”

“Okay bro.. You’re so.. interesting..” you whispered awkwardly, trying hard to focus on your worksheet again.

Without another word, you tore off the corner of your notes page and scribbled the answer to question seven before sliding it toward him.

Sukuna looked down at the paper, then back at you, and for once, the cocky frat-boy grin softened into something quieter. Something genuine.

i could be his loser gf 😞 also this req has been sitting in my drafts for WEEKS im so sorry 😭